Saturday, 4 January 2014
Franz Liszt - "No 2, Il Penseroso" (Années de Pelerinage, deuxième année, Italie (Cziiffra))
Because of "The colourless Tsukuru Tazaki and his pilgrim years" I am listening to Franz Liszt's "3 Pilgrim years". The one referred to in the book, 1st année, Suisse, did not do particularly much for me, but this piece from the 2nd year is sad, and tragic, harsh and cold.
Jennifer Radden - "The Nature of Melancholy"
A collection of writings, from Aristotle to Kristeva" on melancholy, often in the older sense of a somatic affliction. I have hardly read a third, and there were some interesting parts, but all in all it was more the thoughts of famous people on the subject than ... I don't know what I expected.
Kurt Vonnegut - "A man without a country"
No matter how much I love and appreciate his work, this book couldn't make me care. There are some nice sentences and examples, but all in all it is a random collection of thoughts, vague recollections and repeating nuisances.
Martin Bril - "Heimwee naar Nederland"
Verzamelde columns over het rijden door Nederland. De stijl wordt op een gegeven moment herkenbaar, maar om soms eens tussendoor op te pakken, is het een prachtboek.
Maurice Blanchot - "De stem and het schrift"
Te moeilijk voor me. Aangeraden vanwege zijn mening/schrijven/gedachtes over (mogelijk) open eindes, maar zover is het niet gekomen.
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
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